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Here comes the general
He’s come to sell the war
Tell us the same bull---t
He’s told us before
He’s got charts and graphs and medals
He wouldn’t lie at all
Hats off to the general
As he sounds the battle call.
They’ve got weapons of mass destruction
They drive around in trucks
He really must believe we’re
A bunch of schmucks.
The senators ask questions
With dignity and respect
They really know the answers
It’s all about affect.
They took a sovereign nation
And bombed it into bits
They want an occupation
They ain’t about to call it quits.
Four million refugees
Fleeing the war
There sits the general,
The presidents whore.
It’s all abstract and comfortable
You cannot hear the cries
Drop some bombs of phosphorous
Everybody dies
They never bring dead bodies
When they talk about the war
They can’t bring in the
The smell of death
It’s really quite a bore.
The pipsqueaks
Ask their questions,
“Let’s talk about the plan,
Do you think it would help
If we bombed Iran?”
